Yes, it's true. I've returned. I got back into town late Wednesday night, but with trying to readjust to Indiana life i haven't had much time to sit down and finish recapping my glorious trip to Arizona.
Monday night at IHOP was just like old times. The whole crew was there, with the exception of Sarah and Steve - apparently they were still emo over the events that transpired on Saturday evening and elected not to show up. It's really a shame that they both decided to be so goddamned petty about a few harmless drunk dials. I suppose, to some extent, i could expect it from Steve, because i've heard many a tale about him blowing shit out of proportion.
But Sarah surprised me - i was under the impression that we were friends, particularly since she was so instrumental in my being able to visit Arizona in the first place. In fact, when Steve railed on Jessica and Kieran for the voicemails he left, that was a large part of his argument - "Sarah bought Brent's plane ticket." Which is true. But just because she bought my plane ticket doesn't mean i should excuse the fact that she's barely spoken to me in months, and that she stood me up on Saturday, along with the rest of the group, without so much as a phone call or text message. I could give a fuck who bought the ticket - i wanted to be able to hang out with my friends and enjoy myself, not to be made to feel like seeing "Hostel 2" was more important than my being in town for just a few days.
Ya know?
I can't remember everything that we talked about that night, but i do remember it being a very typical IHOP convo, including the requisite amount of profanity and offensive remarks and gestures. It's always nice to have a laid-back, good-natured server who just smiles when i inform her that i'm going to "fuck up a stack of pancakes." We hung out in the parking lot for more than an hour after we finished eating, goofing off and posing for pictures, which can be seen at The Main Event's Photos along with pics from the rest of the trip. Leave comments. I love comments.
Tuesday i stopped in to see Jeff, then had a cup of coffee with Amie before heading over to hang out with Chad. The original plan was for the two of us to meet Jessica at some place called the Heart Attack Grill for dinner. Apparently they have a burger called the Quadruple Bypass, which features (if i remember correctly) four half-pound beef patties, eight slices of cheese, and sixteen strips of bacon. It's a $25 sandwich, but if you can finish it in one sitting, it's free. The previous night at IHOP, Jess had psyched herself up for the challenge, but as dinner time came closer and closer, she bailed out, citing an upset stomach.
It's weird for Ortega not to be down for swallowing a large portion of meat. But whatever.
Tuesday night i met the group at Igunana Mack's for drinks and appetizers. I knew i had to drive back to Chad's that night, and i did NOT want a repeat of Saturday's performance, so i cut myself off after three drinks, taking a lot of shit from everyone in the process. Dave, Jeff, and Mikey all made it out to the bar to wish me a fond farewell, along with the smoking-hot Lara, who i had just met the day before. Truth be told, she was probably there to hang out with Jess and Kieran and get hammered, but i can pretend she was there for me. As far as i'm concerned, everyone in that fucking bar was there to pay homage to The Main Event.
Okay. Enough ego trip for one entry. Moving on...
To make up for the failed excursion to conquer the Quadruple Bypass, i had a late breakfast with Jessica and Chad, once again at the fucking IHOP. I swear, that place is like our headquarters. It was a sad state of affairs when i finally got in the car and headed toward Sky Harbor - i have no idea when i'm going to get a chance to visit again. The notion of moving back there still floats around in my head, but it's not very realistic to consider it, at least not right now. Maybe someday, though - i do love it out there.
It was business as usual on Thursday, getting caught up on a ton of paperwork, and trying to light a fire under the team's ass to bring our sales up out of the shitter. We managed to have a decent weekend, but the poor start was too much of a handicap. That's alright, though - there are two weeks left in this quarter, and i have every intention of getting us back on track and having a strong finish. Go Team Main Event!
There's more to discuss, but it's late, and i have to be up at 6:30 to go running. The Great Weight Loss Adventure of Aught-Seven begins tomorrow morning. Ask me how fucking excited i am.
Goodnight.
Monday night at IHOP was just like old times. The whole crew was there, with the exception of Sarah and Steve - apparently they were still emo over the events that transpired on Saturday evening and elected not to show up. It's really a shame that they both decided to be so goddamned petty about a few harmless drunk dials. I suppose, to some extent, i could expect it from Steve, because i've heard many a tale about him blowing shit out of proportion.
But Sarah surprised me - i was under the impression that we were friends, particularly since she was so instrumental in my being able to visit Arizona in the first place. In fact, when Steve railed on Jessica and Kieran for the voicemails he left, that was a large part of his argument - "Sarah bought Brent's plane ticket." Which is true. But just because she bought my plane ticket doesn't mean i should excuse the fact that she's barely spoken to me in months, and that she stood me up on Saturday, along with the rest of the group, without so much as a phone call or text message. I could give a fuck who bought the ticket - i wanted to be able to hang out with my friends and enjoy myself, not to be made to feel like seeing "Hostel 2" was more important than my being in town for just a few days.
Ya know?
I can't remember everything that we talked about that night, but i do remember it being a very typical IHOP convo, including the requisite amount of profanity and offensive remarks and gestures. It's always nice to have a laid-back, good-natured server who just smiles when i inform her that i'm going to "fuck up a stack of pancakes." We hung out in the parking lot for more than an hour after we finished eating, goofing off and posing for pictures, which can be seen at The Main Event's Photos along with pics from the rest of the trip. Leave comments. I love comments.
Tuesday i stopped in to see Jeff, then had a cup of coffee with Amie before heading over to hang out with Chad. The original plan was for the two of us to meet Jessica at some place called the Heart Attack Grill for dinner. Apparently they have a burger called the Quadruple Bypass, which features (if i remember correctly) four half-pound beef patties, eight slices of cheese, and sixteen strips of bacon. It's a $25 sandwich, but if you can finish it in one sitting, it's free. The previous night at IHOP, Jess had psyched herself up for the challenge, but as dinner time came closer and closer, she bailed out, citing an upset stomach.
It's weird for Ortega not to be down for swallowing a large portion of meat. But whatever.
Tuesday night i met the group at Igunana Mack's for drinks and appetizers. I knew i had to drive back to Chad's that night, and i did NOT want a repeat of Saturday's performance, so i cut myself off after three drinks, taking a lot of shit from everyone in the process. Dave, Jeff, and Mikey all made it out to the bar to wish me a fond farewell, along with the smoking-hot Lara, who i had just met the day before. Truth be told, she was probably there to hang out with Jess and Kieran and get hammered, but i can pretend she was there for me. As far as i'm concerned, everyone in that fucking bar was there to pay homage to The Main Event.
Okay. Enough ego trip for one entry. Moving on...
To make up for the failed excursion to conquer the Quadruple Bypass, i had a late breakfast with Jessica and Chad, once again at the fucking IHOP. I swear, that place is like our headquarters. It was a sad state of affairs when i finally got in the car and headed toward Sky Harbor - i have no idea when i'm going to get a chance to visit again. The notion of moving back there still floats around in my head, but it's not very realistic to consider it, at least not right now. Maybe someday, though - i do love it out there.
It was business as usual on Thursday, getting caught up on a ton of paperwork, and trying to light a fire under the team's ass to bring our sales up out of the shitter. We managed to have a decent weekend, but the poor start was too much of a handicap. That's alright, though - there are two weeks left in this quarter, and i have every intention of getting us back on track and having a strong finish. Go Team Main Event!
There's more to discuss, but it's late, and i have to be up at 6:30 to go running. The Great Weight Loss Adventure of Aught-Seven begins tomorrow morning. Ask me how fucking excited i am.
Goodnight.
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Do it up with a digital camera.
Darling -no one- uses video cameras anymore. They are -so- last season.
<And FYI, "Guitar Hero Rocks the 80's" will be released via Xbox Live later this year. So patience, buttercup - you'll soon be rocking some .38 Special and Oingo Boingo and Ratt just like the rest of us.>
I know but its BULLSHIT. I mean, they only have -9- songs from GH1 available for download... and my favorites arent even on there.
Where is my CaveMan Rejoice?! I love that funky beat.
... single tear.
... and I was totally owned by that video of DragonForce supreme. I think that even beats out that manic amazing 8yr old that kicks PsychoBilly Freakout's ass.
I feel so ... untalented.
Teach me the ways, oh great GH lord.
Im letting the credits rolls as we speak so I can get the "extra credit" 10pt unlock.